In 1982, I worked as the director of a small county museum. After its grand opening, the board decided to admit everyone free of charge for the first week or so. We wanted to be the "people's museum" though the phrase had not yet been coined.

In the past months, I've spent a fair amount of time puzzling over what comes next. And though I have no idea when I will make that transition - as my doctor said, "No one can tell you exactly when that will be" - understandably it's been on my mind.

In the fall of 1982, I was a very green museum director at a small county museum. To bolster my skills, the board of directors sent me to a weeklong museum conference at Colonial Willamsburg in Virginia. I bought new clothes, and like Elle Woods in "Legal

Perhaps I was being evasive but I did not make it clear in last week's column that I, like "Katie" and Troy, lived in an apartment. Not the same apartment complex - ours had fewer units, no tennis courts - but an apartment all the same.